0 comments/ 34608 views/ 7 favorites The Boys By: mattwatt43 She rattled along the old familiar farm road, loving the smell of the new pickup truck. She'd worked in the fields for a good part of the afternoon, consulting with her foreman, making sure that things were under control. It was good to be going home. She thought of things, delightful things like: shower, drink, maybe beer, maybe wine, a good dinner. On her own, of course, it would be, but Missy didn't mind that. Missy Markus was used to being on her own. Her husband of late memory had up and left already about twenty years before for some kind of adventure, and had never returned. She'd heard of his death, many years previous, only within the past five years. She was a sturdy, no nonsense 48 years old. She wasn't looking forward to 50 but was not afraid of it either. She was dressed for the field, in gray jeans and a tan man's shirt. The men's shirts covered her more than ample 36c breasts better than the delicate fare that one might find in the women's stores. Yet, for all that, Missy Markus strove to always be lady like. She was a no-nonsense manager for her large farm, inherited from her late, beloved Daddy but she was a lady nonetheless. She made sure of that. She was certainly in a good mood, having accomplished a lot with Jensen, the filed foreman, and was going to pamper herself that night. That much she'd already decided. It was then that she saw the two young native men walking along the side of the road. She watched them closely as she approached them. They turned a bit and they stared back at her. Then they kind of waved. It wasn't a request for her to stop or pick them up. She wasn't sure that she'd do that, even if it were. It was really kind of a friendly gesture. She liked that, and she stuck her hands out the window and waved back at them. She pulled into her lane and drove to the garage. There was a bathroom that had been built out of part of the large garage. It had its own entrance and Missy used it as a kind of general 'mud room'. She didn't like going into the house dirty and sweaty, and invariably would go to that bathroom first and have a shower before entering the house proper. She had some things to put into the garage from the back of the pickup truck and busied herself carrying and fetching, until all her implements were stowed properly in the garage. She had just finished the last of those tasks and, with some relief, had pulled the shirt tail out of her jeans and began the process of relaxing and looking forward to a shower, when she saw the boys again. They were walking toward the garage. Missy stood by her truck fender with a smile on her face, watching them. They certainly looked pleasant, she thought. She was a good judge of character, she knew that, and didn't sense any need to be afraid of these two. They did look needy, that is, in need of cleaning up and probably being fed. She also liked the look of the two boys physically. She guessed that they must be about 18 and were good looking. The one had big lips and Missy found herself fading into a momentary fugue about what those lips might do. (Missy was ladylike but definitely lonely and only with difficulty fought down the physical impulses.) They finally arrived at where she was waiting for them. "Boys!" she said pleasantly. Then they surprised her. One of them produced from his pocket a wicked looking knife and said in a soft, and really, nice voice, pretty much devoid of macho swagger and all: "Missus, we want that you take those clothes off." Missy was stunned. At first too stunned to believe what she was hearing. "What was that?" she asked softly. "I said, Missus, we want that you take those clothes off," he repeated. She gave them an incredulous look and asked: "Are you two boys determined to rape me?" They gave each other a covert look and the one talking answered: "Well, no, we just want to do a little playin'." "Well what might be the difference between rape and 'a little playin'?" she asked. "What your name, Ma'am?" the other one asked. A thought swept across Missy's mind that these were the strangest rapists ever. She looked at them, and again had the impression that, despite their demand, they were not evil or intent on harm. "So, you want that I should take my clothes off?" she asked. "Yes, uh, Ma'am," the speaker said. "Well, let me tell you before I do that little chore that I think that there are things that you boys need before sex; I mean, you might need cleanin' up, and a good home cooked meal, maybe even a job. But I know how a man's mind works and, when it's cookin' on sex, there's not much will get it off of the topic." She surprised them them by leaning against the truck fender and taking off her field boots. She sighed, once the boots and socks were off. "My that feels good! Field working, even as the supervisor, is busy dusty work," she said conversationally, always watching them. They made no sign of impatience or nervousness. She was becoming more and more interested in these two strange boys. The next thing that she did shocked the two of them down to their shoes. She pulled her shirt tail up and removed from her waist, a gun belt with a big Browning 9MM automatic. Both boys got wide eyed, when they saw the gun but Missy simply went on and said pleasantly, removing the gun from the holster and taking the bullets out of the chamber: "I'll just put these in the truck, so that no one gets hurt here. Okay?" She proceeded to do that, locking the gun in one compartment and the ammunition in another. By the time she was done, the speaker had the knife in his hand down by his side. "Why you do that?" he asked. "Because, you told me that you wanted me to take my clothes off and the gun was in the way," she answered with a smile. "Yes, Ma'am," he said to her then. "What are your names," she asked. "If we're going to be really good friends here, I want to know your names." The speaker said: "I'm Igwe." The other said: "Rhondi." "I'm Missy Markus," she said. "This is my place." "Why are you doin' this, nice boys like you two, handsome boys?" she asked. Then she just laughed and said: "Silly of me to ask that, I guess. Of course I know why you're doin' it. But let's get on. Shall we?" "Yes, Ma'am," Igwe said, as entranced by this woman as Rhondi was. Missy gave them a bright smile, liking the way the situation was developing and intent on enjoying it, and began to unbutton her tan work shirt. They just stared. The knife, still in Igwe's hand, no longer much of a factor in the situation. As the buttons were slowly undone, Missy's lacy, beige bra came into view. It caused the boys to smile. "That more like it?" Missy asked pleasantly. "Oh, yes, Ma'am," Rhonde answered. "Seein' what you want?" Missy went on. "Beginning to, Ma'am," Igwe answered, as she shrugged her shoulders and let the shirt slide down her arms and off. She took the shirt and folded it and put it into the front of the truck. She looked at them staring at her breasts, and before proceeding, straightened her shoulders up and thrusts her breast up and out for them. This got a sigh from both boys. They stared at her plump, dark nippled breasts, barely hidden by the stretchy fabric of her lacy bra and both boys gave her a white toothed smile. "What you boys want next?" she asked pleasantly, discovering with each advancing minute that this was an adventure that she really liked. "Jeans," Igwe said, "Please." "I like it that you're polite," Missy said and moved her hand to the button at the waist band of her jeans, having undone her belt. Their stares were riveted to her, hovering between her exposed breasts, snug in their pretty bra and the expected vision that her undoing her jeans was about to reveal to them. She moved her hands with a smile for them and unzipped the jeans and then used both hands to push her jeans to her knees. Her panties were beige companions to the pretty bra. She stopped her progress, once her jeans were at her knees, and let them stare at her. "Pretty, Missus!" Igwe said. "Pretty," Rhondi echoed. "Thank you, boys," she said, "Shall I take them off now? Want me to turn around first?" "Please," Igwe said, his voice a bit choked from his reaction to Missy's stripping. She slowly turned for them, standing for a while with her plump ass cheeks pointed at them. "As nice as Rina's," Rhondi said, and Igwe apparently agreed with that assessment. "Bend please," Igwe said next, and Missy moved to accommodate his request, almost order. She stayed in a bent over position, showing off her ass, that was 'as nice as Rina's', for about three minutes, then she straightened up and turned to them." "Thank you, Missus," Igwe said. "Well, you're welcome, Igwe," Missy went on, "Jeans off now, boys?" "Off please," Igwe said. "Off," Rhondi chimed in. "Off," Missy echoed and pushed her jeans down and off totally. She was, by this point, really excited herself but determined how this would play out. She was sure that she would be able to get these two to do things the way that she wanted, and even had some vague plans running through her mind. With her jeans off, standing in her panties and bra, she had a strange and exciting thought. "Now it's time for you to come over here and do something for me," she said. Igwe hesitated and asked: "Why you doin' this, Missus?" "Because I want to," Missy answered, "Here I have two beautiful boys making demands on me that I'm more than happy to comply with." Igwe gave her a huge electric smile, when she said: "You come over here now with your knife and I'll show you what to do with it." He got an unsure look on his face but she hastened to say: "I't fine, honey, no one gets hurt here." The next five minutes were exciting ones for all three, with Missy giving instructions to the two boys and them following the instructions closely. When they were finished doing what she wanted, the two very dark skinned boys just stared at what they'd done. Missy's bra was still on but the clever knife had carved out the pockets of the bra cups, leaving the structure and setting her plump breasts free, with hardened and pointy nipple displayed. Her beige panties too were still on but had been shredded by the knife, in much the same fashion as the bra had. Now the waist band and leg bands were intact but eh material was flapping, having been slit from waist to leg by the knife carefully, exposing, much to the boys' delight both Missy's ass crack and the triangle of her pretty curly pussy. The boys were staring with wildly grinning faces as Missy turned for them yet again and, without the instructions this time, bent from the waist for them. "Very nice, Missus!" Igwe said, as Missy straightened up and grinned at the two of them. "Put the knife away now, Igwe," she said softly "We won't be needing that now." "No, Missus," Igwe said, putting the knife away, "We won't." "Now come here, you beautiful boys and get your hands on me!" as Missy's next order. As she said it, she opened her arms wide and took in the embrace of both of the boys, who were hesitant at first but then emboldened by the fact that she took their hands and moved them down her back and left them resting on her ass cheeks. "Very nice, Missus," Rhondi said, and Igwe agreed immediately. "Like my ass?" Missy asked. "Yes, Missus," was the consensus. Then the hands were roaming. She lifted her head then and indulged herself in a kiss with each of them. She took possession of their large, luscious lips, letting her tongue play along the lips of each of them in turn. As they kissed, she felt hands kneading her ass cheeks back and forth, up and down. She also felt hands on her large breasts with her sensitive nipples. It caused her to break the latest kiss and sigh. She looked up then at the two grinning boys and said, with her own smile: "It's my turn now." She disengaged herself from their embrace and began by tugging at Igwe's tee shirt. It was almost in tatters and came off easily. She proceeded to his shorts right away, pushing his underwear, also tattered, down and off, leaving the lovely boy totally naked. She turned then to Rhondi and performed the very same service for him, and then she went back to the hug, now with her almost naked and the two glistening boys totally naked. She loved the feel of the hands on her ass and her breasts, she also loved the feel of their muscular ass cheeks, under her own hands and the press of those big black cocks against her belly and thigh. It was then that she made a decision about what would happen, and she spoke up: "Okay, boys, Igwe, Rhondi, here's what we're going to do. We all are dirty. I've been working all afternoon and I smell. I know it. At times smell can be erotic but I want us clean. You two smell also; you've been on the road and have had to take care of yourselves the best you could. Right here in the garage is a bathroom. I prefer to get myself naked and clean, before going into the house." She hesitated then to look at them. They were regarding her with rapt attention, listening carefully. "We're all three going to shower and clean up. I want to wash those magnificent asses of yours and those lovely black cocks. Then we'll play any dirty game that Igwe and Rhondi have had in mind all along." They both got a huge grin on their faces, when she said this. "Then, after the dirty games, I'll find you something to wear, and then I'll make dinner and we'll think about what we're going to do." "Going to do, Missus?" Igwe asked, his hand idly stroking Missy's left nipple, causing her to sigh out loud. "Yes, we'll talk about what you want to do; work here, stay here for a bit, that kind of thing." "You are so special, Missus," Igwe said softly, "We came to strip you and maybe harm you and you are being so nice." Her answer to his meek, heartfelt praise, was to raise herself on her tiptoes and kiss him, licking her tongue along his sensuous lips. "For today at least, before we make any decision about the future, you are my boys!" she said in a determined voice, "And I'm going to enjoy you." "Thank you, Missus," Igwe said. "Yes, thank you, Missus," Rhondi echoed. Missy fetched her keys then and opened the door of the garage, walking with them, holding each one's hand and led them to the large, luxurious bathroom off of the garage floor. It had a wall to wall glass shower stall, all along one side. When they were inside of the bathroom, with both boys gawking at the loveliness of it, Missy, unhooked her destroyed bra and took it off, putting it on a shelf. Then she skinned her tattered panties down and off. She turned to them, matched their smile and put her arms up in the air in invitation. They went to her and were once again ensconced in a three way hug. Once again she was feeling those muscular ass cheeks and big, dark black cocks. Once again she was having her ass cheeks played with and her nipples rubbed. Once again she lost herself in wet kisses, licking lips and teeth, seeking out tongues and giving her own in return. "Missus," Igwe said, "You are so pretty!" "Wonderful!" was Rhondi's word. "Thank you, boys," Missy said, letting go of the embrace then. "Shower time," she said, going into the shower stall and getting the water temperature exactly right for them. She took the time to wash each of them, paying attention to all of the details of the washing. She had them giggling almost uncontrollably, as she ordered them around, making them turn, bend a little so that she could wash between their butt cheeks. She took special care in washing the long, shiny black cocks that were bobbing up and down in front of the very excited boys. She had Rhondi's cock in her hand, soaping it and looked up and asked: "How old are you boys?" "We're just eighteen, Missus," Igwe said. "We've been friends a long time. We left home to see if we could find some. . .adventure, a life maybe." "Not trouble?" she asked softly, still soaping the cock. "No, Missus!" Igwe said quickly, "That was shameful! We're sorry for that." "Yes, sorry," Rhondi added. "Well," she went on, "We're fine here now, I guess." "Yes, thanks to you and your kindness, pretty Missus!" Igwe said. Then Rhondi giggled. Missy looked up at him and he said: "It's so clean now, Missus! You've been washing it for many minutes!" She laughed and they joined in the laugh with her. "You must call me 'Missy'," she said, "It's my name." "Oh, we can't do that, Missus," Igwe said. "But why not?" Missy wanted to know. "Oh, we came here with shameful intents, a knife and sexual hunger and we were going to do things to you, and we're ashamed because you've been so nice, and we can't call you by your first name, Missus, it would be impolite," Igwe explained. Missy smiled at them. Igwe had a thought and said: "We will call you 'Missus Missy'" That made Missy Markus laugh, and they joined the laugh. "Missy is a pretty but strange name," Rhondi said. "Yes," Missy sighed, "My Father liked names that began with the letter "M". So I was named Melissa Melinda but always called 'Missy' all my life." "What a pretty name," Igwe said, "Like a song: "Melissa Melinda"!" "There you are, Rhondi," Missy said, finishing her washing of the boy and then she shot her arms up in the air and said: "Now me! Wash me! I've been out sweating and working the afternoon! Wash it all off of me." They took soap and wash cloths and vigorously began to wash her. Rhondi got to wash her front, paying precise attention to her large breasts and sensitive nipples. Igwe washed down her back and began to rub his hands over her ass cheeks in a slow round motion. Missy sighed and bent over a little from the waist to give him more of a target for his washing, and causing her tits to sway a bit, much to Rhondi's delight. "My, my," she cooed to the two boys, "This feels so nice, that maybe we don't need to get out of the shower at all." "No, Missus Missy," Igwe said, "You are precisely right." "But it'll be such fun if we do!" Missy said to follow up. "Oh, I think so," Rondi added. "Now this for you," Rondi said, beginning to soap between Missy's ass cheeks. "Well, I did yours," she said, sighing, "I guess you can do mine!" "Yes, Missus Missy," Rhondi said, "Take good care of you." "Yes," Igwe agreed, 'The best care." Missy sighed then and said: "I'm afraid that we need to turn off the water now but this has been so nice." She led them out of the shower, and from a linen closet, fetched a pile of large bath sheets and began to dry them off, each in turn. She worked quickly and had them each dry in just a little bit. Then it was arms in the air again for her and letting them dry her off, enjoying the feel of the rough towel rubbing against her pubic hair and her engorged nipples. "Ohhhhh, that feels nice!" Missy exulted. When the towels were put away, Missy turned to the two lovely boys and said: "This is what we're going to do. We'll begin with this, and proceed from here but this needs to be first." As she was saying that, she went to her knees in front of the two boys. "No, Missus Missy," Igwe said almost as an involuntary reaction. "You don't go to your knees for us!" "But to do this I must," she said, getting up and putting a finger at Igwe's lips. "There's so much excitement here that we need to begin this way," she said again, and again went to her knees. In that position, she took each of their long black cocks in her hand and began to stroke them. "Oh, Missus!" Rhondi said. "Oh yes!" Igwe agreed. Then she leaned in, first toward Rondi and then, after a few minutes, toward Igwe, to take the head of their cocks in her mouth. She spent some time sucking on the heads, licking around them and sucking on, nibbling on the under side of the heads. While she was thus engaged with one, she was continuing to stroke the cock of the other. The Boys "She's getting her big, white animal ass slapped!" Igwe said and kept slapping Missy's ass, until he had her sobbing and moaning into the bed spread. "White animal, you listen to me now," Igwe said. "We're going to fuck your ass tonight because we want to, and you don't get to say 'no' to us! Do you understand?" "Yes, sir," Missy rasped into the covers, "I understand!" "We're going to make you squeal like the white animal that you are, with your white ass gleaming in the night," he said next, applying the cooking oil to her ass crack and especially the rosebud of her ass hole, while he spoke. Next he applied the oil to his own cock and then bent over to talk directly into Missy's ear: "Here it comes, white animal, white woman spread out waiting for our big black cocks, here it comes! Make your white animal noises for us now!" As he spoke, he unceremoniously pushed his large cock head inside her sphincter. Her reaction was immediate: "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she did squeal into the bed spread. "Huuuuuurts, hurts,huuuuuurts!" she continued to wail as Igwe pushed more and more of his cock into her ass. He lifted her head by the back of her hair to hear her making her noises, and she continued the discomfort noises for minutes at a time, as he constantly drilled his cock into her anal passage. Rhondi, extremely turned on by the noise that Missy was making and Igwe's actions, scuttled up and onto the bed, spreading his legs wide. He moved his hips down until he was right in front of Missy's tear streamed face. He kept wiggling his way forward, and finally, as Igwe was roughly fucking Missy's ass hole, he hauled her mouth, in mid cry onto his own stiff cock. Missy's throaty cries had turned by then from the initial screeches that Igwe wanted to hear to loud cries of a passion that was building within her from the ass fucking. The assault on her mouth and throat simply pushed her inexorably in the direction of her building orgasm, after the new assault from Rhondi began. The sharp pain in her ass had turned into a kind of an all out buzz throughout her body, and she began to hump and hunch back at Igwe, as he continued to fuck her. With her hands still firmly tied behind her, she simply submitted to what 'her boys' were doing to her, lost, utterly lost in being fucked by these young, black me of hers. The orgasm seemed to build in her from afar. It came close threatening to overcome her, and was slowed finally by Igwe's stiffening and cumming himself. But he was replaced at her battered ass hole quickly by Rhondi and the building orgasm charged ahead with the kind of force that it had been building, when it was Igwe whose cock was in her ass. Missy was totally overcome by the orgasm, when it struck. She shrieked her passion into the bed spread, wiggling and hunching her ass at Rhondi as furiously as she could. The spasms in her ass clenched around his invading cock and made him cry out also from the pressure that was pulling and clamping down upon his prick. "My god, she's tearing my cock off!" Rhondi wailed in ecstasy, as he began to cum. Whereas, Missy as left lying there like a rag doll, covered in sweat and all but in a faint. When he'd finished with her ass, Igwe, all concern for the 'Boss Lady' again, had gone to the large master bathroom and came back with towels and a warm wash cloth. When Rhondi finally pulled himself off of his supine boss, Igwe was there and began to clean her, while she simply made purring noises. When done, he put the towels into the hamper in the bathroom and went back into the bedroom. He and Rhondi untied Missy's hands and elbows and gathered her up onto the bed. They framed her inert body with their own and let her sigh and drift into sleep, exhausted from their efforts at controlling her, and fucking her mouth and ass. She didn't say an articulate word at all but simply slumped into sleep. In the morning, the two boys were downstairs and in the kitchen, with Rhondi beginning to fix some breakfast, and coffee ready, when Missy came into the room. She was wearing a colorful native robe. She stood and the two boys glanced at her, wondering. "Boss Lady," Igwe said, "How are you this morning?" "Lovely!' she said languidly, stretching and holding out her arms to receive a hug first from Igwe and then from Rhondi. "Sore," she said then and wiggled her ass under the stroking of his hand. "Last night?" Igwe asked. "Absolutely elemental!" she said in a soft voice, "Elemental! Nothing like that has ever happened to me before." Missy had already sat on the bed and thought about it all for a bit that morning, realizing that the relationship was progressing in a direction that was probably a really bad idea but willing to see where it might go for a bit. She'd never been this 'carnal' in her life and was, for the present, enjoying it totally with her 'boys'. They breakfasted and got on with their day. Missy assigned the two of them some brief outside chores to do and in the afternoon, after some lunch, they went on the field inspections. As they prepared the truck to go for the inspections, Missy brought out her pistol and gun belt and put them in the back. Since they'd been having their 'field exercises' with her, she stopped wearing the gun belt and only had it along in the back. Missy spoke to her managers in the far fields and was pleased by what was happening. On the way back, at Igwe's orders, Missy diverted to another of the far fields, stopping on the edge of the field and parking. She looked at the two of them expectantly, as they all got out of the truck. "What today?" she asked softly, ready to play their games again. "Today the white animal runs to the far trees naked," Igwe said, making it sound completely like an order. END GAME She did their bidding once more. She took off her clothes, and when completely naked for them, standing and being stared at, which they loved to do, and which suited her outlook very well also, Igwe gave her an unceremonious push to get her moving in the direction that she was supposed to go. This game had changed recently. It began in a fairly tame form and grew until that last time, she wasn't just stripped of her clothing but had them torn off of her, and was set to move forward at that ungainly shuffle, caused by her trousers around her knees and ankles. They'd loved it; she got deeply into it also, accepting the humiliation of it. This again, this time was yet different. They'd insisted that she strip at the truck and leave all of her clothing there, and go sprinting off into the field. They didn't try to catch her this time. They simply came up behind her. Their intention, spoken to her at the beginning, was to have her run to the trees at the end of the field. She reached there before they did and was startled by a movement in the trees, beyond her position. Then a man came through the trees. Missy turned around, startled and saw that it was one of her workers named Naamu. He was big and very black skinned, but he was a simple creature and very, very gentle. She just stared at him and he certainly stared at her. For the first time with these games she felt exposed. She turned to Igwe and Rhondi and found them grinning. She knew then that this was according to their purpose. She turned back to Naamu, who was standing just in front of her, absolutely wide eyed, and, she realized, frightened out of his wits. It struck her then suddenly: this she would not take. The games were fine; the roughness was fine but hurting this gentle giant was not. She turned and said in a voice that brooked no opposition: "You two go back to the truck." They realized that she was angry immediately, and Igwe said a soft: "Yes, Missus." (Returning to their older way of speaking with her.) He motioned for Rhondi, who was hanging back a bit, and not happy about this, which was Igwe's idea. "Missus!" Naamu said softly, not aware of what to do. "Naamu," Missy said, "It's okay; they're gone and it's only us here now." "Missus is naked," he said, and then, very softly, so pretty naked." "Thank you, Naamu," she said, "I didn't know that they were going to play a trick on you and me like this." "It's okay," he said, "People play tricks on Naamu all the time but this is a nice trick. Missus is so pretty without her . . . Her things." "Thank you, honey," she said, stroking his face with her hands. He stammered a bit and finally said: "You are so pretty that way, it makes Naamu think of. . . What friends all 'adult things'. It makes Naamu want to be bad." "There is no bad here, Naamu," she said, "Only you and me and it's okay." "Is it, Missus?" he asked earnestly. "It is, honey," she said, and took him by the hand. "Naamu, you walk with me this way a bit." "Yes, yes," he said, "Then they won't see and laugh at Naamu and his 'adult things' thoughts." "No, they won't see us and laugh at us," Missy said. They walked into the cover of the trees for a bit, until they came to a small clearing. Missy stopped the big man then and turned him to her. "Naamu doesn't know what to do," he said. "Then you just do things the way that I tell you," she said. "Adult things?" he asked. "Yes, honey," she answered. "Right here and now, adult things?" he asked, wide eyed. "Yes, right here and now, adult things," she said. The first thing that she did with the big, simple man was teach him a bit about kissing. He liked that, and said so: "Oh, Naamu likes the kissing," he said softly to her. "Now, Naamu," Missy continued, "I want you to be the way I am; I'm going to take your things off. Is that okay?" "Fair is fair," he said, "If Missus doesn't have on clothes then Naamu shouldn't." She removed his simple clothes and he let her. She found him breathtaking. She hugged him then and kissed him again, he was eager to do that. During the kiss, she guided his hand down to the roundness of her ass cheeks. As soon as he had his hands on her ass, he came all over her stomach. "Ohhhh!" he cried, "Naamu did the dirty thing!" She held onto him and said into his ear softly: "It's okay, Naamu; just okay. It's part of the adult thing that we're doing together." Missy was pleased that he was hard again in no time. Now the instructions were to show him how to make love to her. He was delighted. Missy was bent over from the waist for him and coached him through it. This time before he came again, she herself came. When they wee finished that time, she got his clothes for him. She used his shirt to clean them off and told him that she needed to borrow his shirt. She was leaving him at the edge of the trees, when he spoke to her: "Missus, can we do the adult thing again some time?" "Yes, Naamu," she said, "If you'd like." "Oh, I would," he said joyfully, "But I'll be so good and won't ever ask to do it. I'll be so good and only do it, when you come to Naamu and say that we can. I'll show you how good I'll be." "I know you will, honey," she said, and walked off across the field. By the time she was back at the truck, she'd made a decision for herself. She realized that for her a line had been crossed, one that she wasn't going to allow. It was well and good to play sex games with the boys; it was well and good to allow the humiliations that they had been injecting into those sex games lately. But she would not allow the humiliation of Naamu or anyone like him. There was a casual cruelty involved that Missy was not prepared to take. Her clothes were in the cab of the truck. Igwe and Rhondi stood and watched her approach. They could read in her face and her bearing how displeased she was. The first thing that Missy did was to reach under the seat of the truck and pull out her gun belt. With their games, in order to not make them nervous, she hadn't been wearing it for a while. She dressed and put the gun belt on. They said nothing. Finally, Igwe broke the silence with a soft spoken: "Missus?" She turned and her face was like a thunder storm. "You two ride in the back of the truck," she said tersely. "Yes, Missus," they both said, as they scrambled into the truck. She drove to the house and kept on down the lane to one of the small cottages that her Father had built to house the help, especially those that worked in the house. She pulled up in front of the help cottages and got out. "You two can stay here for the night. In the morning I'll give you your salaries and you can be off." There was no arguing from either of the boys. "Yes, Missus," Igwe said, without looking directly at her, and Rhondi also nodded. In the morning it was done; she saw them off, having given them their 'salaries' and two weeks extra pay for each of them. They went shuffling off toward the road, and she saw them go with some regret. The 'games' that they'd played were powerfully exciting for her but a limit had been reached and passed. With a sigh, she went back to the house. (She only later discovered that Rhondi was shot and killed and Igwe arrested for an attempted rape.) EPILOGUE: It was two days later. She went to the field, the same field. She'd made her inspections and had some free time. She wandered to the back of the field, near the trees and was surprised, and pleased to see Naamu come out of the trees. He stood there, smiled and waved at her. She told him to wait a moment and went back to the truck, returning now with a blanket. He was waiting for her, smiling at her, when she got to him. It was she who opened her arms and took him into her arms. "Oh, Missus, you came back for adult things," the handsome, big black man said. "Yes, Naamu, would you like that?" she asked, getting on tip toes to kiss his luscious lips. "I would," he said softly. "Then watch," she said, and began to take her clothes off. She stripped to her panties and bra for him. The panties and bra were matching, made of a delicate pink material. "Pretty!" he said with some joy, "Missus is pretty." "Keep watching," she said. "This is for Naamu," and, having removed the bra, she began to walk around the clearing for him, with her back to him, to show him her panty clad ass. When she returned to him, his face was wreathed in smiles, and she went to his arms again. "Now you," she said, removing his clothes too. His large, black cock was sticking out and up against his belly. While holding him, she took his cock in her hand and said to him: "Something special today, something nice today for Naamu." She went to her knees and lifted his big ball sack with her hand, beginning her task by licking the ball sack and then taking one ball at a time in her mouth. They were too large to take together at once. Then she licked her way up his cock and took the mushroom head into her mouth. It filled Missy's eager mouth. Missy reached her arms around his hips and grabbed one of his ass cheeks with each had as she began in earnest the job of sucking Naamu's cock. He stood receiving her ministrations with a wide stance and a constant smile on his face. Missy began to bob her head, clamping her lips on the cock skin to pull on it with every motion of her head. She took a little more of his cock every time and gradually got her head into a constant motion, as she sucked him off. Naamu came with a loud "Ohhhhhhhh, Missus!" and filled her mouth time and again with his shooting cum. Missy smiled at him, when she was done, and he said to her only: "Special! Naamu thanks you, Missus." Then she pulled him down to the blanket and lay there with him next to her. She played with his cock with her hand, and was pleased that it came to life quickly again. Then, coaching him again, she guided him through the love making, until they both had come and rested on the blanket. Missy gave him kisses before leaving him, with him taking the time to tell her about his pledge to be good and wait for her to come to him. Later that afternoon, Missy was having tea and her a kind of scratching at the door. She went to the door and found a black woman, one that she knew as 'Momma Silo' there. "Momma Silo," she said cordially, "Please come in." "Shouldn't come in to Missus' house this way," the black woman said softly. "I want you to," Missy insisted. Then to Momma Silo's surprise, Missy invited her to take tea. They sat, the black woman nervous and Missy finally asked her what was on her mind. "It's my Naamu," the woman said. Missy straightened up then, not knowing exactly what was coming, but Momma Silo went on: "I need to thank the Missus for being so nice to Naamu. He's a slow boy but a wonderful boy and gets only pranks and such normally." There were tears in her eyes, as she said it. "He's so good natured, and it doesn't bother him. When he told me that he'd been with you for 'adult things', I thought he was lying," she went on. Missy didn't know what to say right away, and waited. "Missus," she said, "I just think that you treating him like a man is such a wonderful thing." Missy was overcome by the woman's kindness, and sought to explain how it had happened. They had a long talk, with it developing into a woman to woman kind of talk more than one of the black mothers and the boss. Their encounter ended with Missy discovering that Momma Silo was a cook, and had been at other places for years. She asked Momma Silo about coming to her house, 'the big house' they called it, to cook for her and take care of things. The black woman was overcome by the goodness of the offer. Then Missy took her out to look over the cottages in the back for her and Naamu. They began that week, with Momma Silo taking over the house chores and Naamu working the grounds and such things. Missy's affair with the big black man didn't last very long after that. He seemed to have a sense that with him working at the 'Big House', it wasn't proper to play the 'adult games' with the Missus. Missy simply went along with his sensibilities. The End